Okay, none of this really belongs to me. Snape, Hermione and Neville are
all property of J.K.Rowling. (Do you seriously think if Snape was nine, I'd
share him with you guys?) The song is 'The Dream Within', by Lara Fabian,
and belongs on the soundtrack to 'Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within'.
Happy?
This sort of came to me at about midnight last night, and I decided I had to write it down. Please R/R - flame me, I don't care! I need criticism to get better at this.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin . . .
*~*~*
The Dream Within
Free the dream within
The stars are crying a tear
A sigh escapes from heaven
And worlds end
She sits at her desk, slowly helping that idiot Longbottom when she thinks I'm not looking. It no longer bothers me to see her disobey my orders. Perhaps I should warn her again, for the sake of the class, and my reputation, if nothing else. I watch her from across the room, afraid to approach for fear I will disclose some measure of my feeling for her.
Breathe the dream within
The mystifying
Again I ponder exactly how and when her beauty and wit captivated me. It seems so strange, the insufferable know-it-all has blossomed into the object of her Professor's desire. Why did I ever call her that? She has a mind to match my own, the thirst for knowledge is almost tangible. What has happened to me?
We tremble and spin
Suspended within
Look beyond where hearts can see
Dream in peace
Trust love
Believe
She is looking over at me. I feel my features settle into that hated mask of cool indifference I must always wear when speaking with her, as I make my way over to her desk. Glancing over her work, I note that, as always, my love has created the potion perfectly. I smile inwardly, feeling a surge of affection for the upturned face before me. She never disappoints me.
We tremble and spin
Suspended within
I hate it when she looks at me like this. Those cinnamon eyes, searching my own as if trying to uncover my secrets. She always looks slightly afraid when I speak with her, it cuts straight to my heart, and yet I cannot soften my approach. I allow a cold sneer to shape my face.
'Well, Miss Granger' - how I hate calling her that - 'it seems the divine muse has granted you knowledge yet again.'
Her face relaxes, almost into a smile. I feel my heart quicken, willing the smile to appear, to curve her soft lips. Nothing. She has seen my expression and quickly composes her features, much to the disappointment of my beating heart. I glance about, and see the curious faces of her Gryffindor compatriots staring in surprise at me. It would appear I have been too soft.
'However' - her eyes turn upwards to mine again. Oh my love, forgive me - 'Twenty points from Gryffindor for helping Longbottom, Miss Granger, when you have been specifically ordered not to.'
Feel the dream within
The voices calling a song
A prayer from deep inside you
To guide you
A groan runs through the classroom. She looks at me, hurt that I would do this. She should know me by now. But how I wish she could hear my heart, what it calls to her in the darkness of the night. Hermione, my love, be mine forever. Come and thaw my cold exterior with the fiery warmth of your love.
Be the dream within
The night is shining
A flame on the wind
Salvation begins
Perhaps, one day, she might. Years from now, when I, no longer a Professor, and she, no longer a student, will meet, perhaps then I will find a way to tell her of my longing. But no, such dreams are madness. I am old enough to be her father, and hated by her for my cruel ways to her House. She could never love an old miser like me.
Look beyond where hearts can see
Dream in peace
Trust love
Believe
We tremble and spin
Suspended within
I hear the bell, and bark the homework, my eyes never leaving her hurt face. Believe me, my heart, I never meant to hurt you. But she cannot hear. She stands and slowly packs her things, unaware that, among her books and supplies, there lies a treasure beyond calculable worth, a treasure that only she will ever have. My heart.
As she reaches the door, something makes her turn to find my eyes upon her once more. I long to shut the door, to take her into my arms and show her my love. She haunts my dreams. But I know that she will never accept me as a lover, never in a thousand years.
Free the dream within
The stars are crying a tear
She turns and slips from view, leaving me with the shards of my slowly breaking heart. As much as I long for her, I know this can never be. I must watch her leave, and make a life for herself without me. I must stand aside as she finds love in another's arms, as they enjoy the touch of her skin, the caress of her lips.
A sigh escapes from heaven
She must never know how I love her. Never.
And worlds end . . .
This sort of came to me at about midnight last night, and I decided I had to write it down. Please R/R - flame me, I don't care! I need criticism to get better at this.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin . . .
*~*~*
The Dream Within
Free the dream within
The stars are crying a tear
A sigh escapes from heaven
And worlds end
She sits at her desk, slowly helping that idiot Longbottom when she thinks I'm not looking. It no longer bothers me to see her disobey my orders. Perhaps I should warn her again, for the sake of the class, and my reputation, if nothing else. I watch her from across the room, afraid to approach for fear I will disclose some measure of my feeling for her.
Breathe the dream within
The mystifying
Again I ponder exactly how and when her beauty and wit captivated me. It seems so strange, the insufferable know-it-all has blossomed into the object of her Professor's desire. Why did I ever call her that? She has a mind to match my own, the thirst for knowledge is almost tangible. What has happened to me?
We tremble and spin
Suspended within
Look beyond where hearts can see
Dream in peace
Trust love
Believe
She is looking over at me. I feel my features settle into that hated mask of cool indifference I must always wear when speaking with her, as I make my way over to her desk. Glancing over her work, I note that, as always, my love has created the potion perfectly. I smile inwardly, feeling a surge of affection for the upturned face before me. She never disappoints me.
We tremble and spin
Suspended within
I hate it when she looks at me like this. Those cinnamon eyes, searching my own as if trying to uncover my secrets. She always looks slightly afraid when I speak with her, it cuts straight to my heart, and yet I cannot soften my approach. I allow a cold sneer to shape my face.
'Well, Miss Granger' - how I hate calling her that - 'it seems the divine muse has granted you knowledge yet again.'
Her face relaxes, almost into a smile. I feel my heart quicken, willing the smile to appear, to curve her soft lips. Nothing. She has seen my expression and quickly composes her features, much to the disappointment of my beating heart. I glance about, and see the curious faces of her Gryffindor compatriots staring in surprise at me. It would appear I have been too soft.
'However' - her eyes turn upwards to mine again. Oh my love, forgive me - 'Twenty points from Gryffindor for helping Longbottom, Miss Granger, when you have been specifically ordered not to.'
Feel the dream within
The voices calling a song
A prayer from deep inside you
To guide you
A groan runs through the classroom. She looks at me, hurt that I would do this. She should know me by now. But how I wish she could hear my heart, what it calls to her in the darkness of the night. Hermione, my love, be mine forever. Come and thaw my cold exterior with the fiery warmth of your love.
Be the dream within
The night is shining
A flame on the wind
Salvation begins
Perhaps, one day, she might. Years from now, when I, no longer a Professor, and she, no longer a student, will meet, perhaps then I will find a way to tell her of my longing. But no, such dreams are madness. I am old enough to be her father, and hated by her for my cruel ways to her House. She could never love an old miser like me.
Look beyond where hearts can see
Dream in peace
Trust love
Believe
We tremble and spin
Suspended within
I hear the bell, and bark the homework, my eyes never leaving her hurt face. Believe me, my heart, I never meant to hurt you. But she cannot hear. She stands and slowly packs her things, unaware that, among her books and supplies, there lies a treasure beyond calculable worth, a treasure that only she will ever have. My heart.
As she reaches the door, something makes her turn to find my eyes upon her once more. I long to shut the door, to take her into my arms and show her my love. She haunts my dreams. But I know that she will never accept me as a lover, never in a thousand years.
Free the dream within
The stars are crying a tear
She turns and slips from view, leaving me with the shards of my slowly breaking heart. As much as I long for her, I know this can never be. I must watch her leave, and make a life for herself without me. I must stand aside as she finds love in another's arms, as they enjoy the touch of her skin, the caress of her lips.
A sigh escapes from heaven
She must never know how I love her. Never.
And worlds end . . .